Мир навыворот, а на сердце бардак
Подкури мне, брат, коли дело табак
Столько лет я ищу, но не ту и не так
Подкури мне, брат, коли дело табак
Недовыдумал, сочинял на бегу
Подкури мне, брат, не жалей огоньку
Сколько лет я ищу, но не так и не ту
Подкури мне, брат, не жалей огоньку
Шито-крыто, цел-невредим, так, да не так
Подкури мне, брат, видно, дело табак
Столько лет я шагаю в чужих сапогах
Может, скоро дойду, может, брошу табак
Может, скоро дойду, может, брошу табак
Может, скоро дойду, может, брошу табак
The world is in advance, but on the heart is a mess
Squeeze me, brother, if it is tobacco
I have been looking for so many years, but not the same
Squeeze me, brother, if it is tobacco
Untilled, composed on the run
Squeeze me, brother, don't spare the light
How many years I am looking for, but not so
Squeeze me, brother, don't spare the light
Lumpy-covered, intelligent, so, not so
Squeeze me, brother, apparently, the thing is tobacco
For so many years I have been walking in other people's boots
Maybe I’ll get it soon, maybe I'll throw tobacco
Maybe I’ll get it soon, maybe I'll throw tobacco
Maybe I’ll get it soon, maybe I'll throw tobacco
